From Day 2 of Losing My Religions:
Going to Kent State
the summer of ‘85 also pushed me further down the road of freethinking. It was
the first time I wasn’t surrounded by fellow Catholics. It was the first time I
had knowingly met a non-Christian. It was my first time around college
students. And despite years of studying wars, it was the first time I really
faced history.
This may seem silly,
given that today we are aware of so many incidents of state-sponsored violence.
By the 2020s, we’ve watched, for example, Officer Derek Chauvin slowly, almost
casually take George Floyd’s life while others looked on, including someone
filming the murder.
But in 1985, I wasn’t aware of anything like this. (Remember: small town, Catholic schools, no internet.) It was only when I saw the bullet hole that I realized agents of the state had turned military rifles on fellow citizens, mowing them down with bullets so powerful they passed right through thick metal.
This stopped me cold. I stood there, my right hand on the back of my sweating neck, staring at the hole in the sculpture even as the tour moved on.
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